The phrase "last man standing" seems to refer to drinking where the last person left standing is the one least drunk.
Not at all what I have come to grasp from this phrase.
I have come to think that in a battle, be it a battle of drinking or shooting or war or as illustrated here, in life, that the last man standing wins.
I guess I am confused by this, there will not ever be a last man standing and on this I think we can all agree.
We will all be left to disintegrate into the earth.
What WILL matter?
Will it be the items I have collected?
Will it be the fame I have attempted to obtain, the recognition?
Will it be the contributions I have made to humankind?
Or, will it be, the love that I have given my brothers and sisters that carries onward?
When I am gone and buried I hope it is love I have left, for in truth that is all I really have.